Okay, I'm really tired, but I just have to post about something before I go to bed tonight. I went to see the movie Eragon tonight with my wonderful husband who I love so much, and I was sorely disappointed with it. You see, a week ago I bought the book to read while I was in California with David. I was hesitant about reading t at first because I thought it would be a cheap knock-off of the Harry Potter genre, but I was wrong. It was an entertaining read. I could tell that the writer of the novel was young and inexperienced, but it was still largely captivating and amusing. Then I went to see the movie. Whoever wrote the screenplay and directed that movie didn't read the book. If they did, then they need to be either blacklisted or shot, whichever is worse. Probably shot, because then there would be a 100 percent guarantee that they would never disgrace another literary work again. The movie was choppily put together, all action, and zero storyline. I left the theater unfulfilled as a viewer. If you had never read the book, then you would probably assume that the book it was taken from was a 10-page pop-up book.
Ok, now for the funny cats. I hvae been watching my hilarious cats for the last ten minutes while they tried to figure out a solution to Trinket's recent predicament. She deliberately put one of her jingle balls into her water bowl. You know how I know? Because the first time David took it out for her. Then I watched her deliberately pick it up in her mouth, walk back over to the bowl and drop it in again. So, now we are just watching to see how she fixes her own problem. Gizmo is addicted to trying to get it out. She just can't leave it alone. You know what her method of choice is? Bobbing for it like children bob for apples on Halloween. It's a plastic ball, so it's floating on the surface of the water, but the water is deep enough that Gizmo can't get her teeth around it without dunking her nose in the water. And every time her nose comes into contact with the water it surprises her. You would think that after the second time she snorted water up her nose she would catch on. And Trinket is just sitting on the sideline, watching with glee as her sister alternates between dunking and sneezing. I have to go intervene before Gizmo drowns.